Look Alike

(Headquarters of Erriador Intelligence Services)

In a pitch dark dusk, the scarce illumination from the garden lights, reveals five silhouettes.

In the middle of the garden, on a round coffee table, Rhett and Elk, sat accross facing each other. By the side, there stood three Agents, alert.

"Are you gonna talk or?" Rhett asks, breaking the austere silence.

Elk leisurely sipping his black tea, he places the cup down in it's plate, resonating a clink sound.

"Raka is aiming for the Ruhd. He has hundreds of hostages trapped in the Hotel Aurora." Elk explains.

Elk was a middle-aged man, dressed formally. He had clear eyes, and there was a clerical, dire air about him.

"Raka switched to a terrorist?" Rhett taunts. They just got back from the successful mission of killing Alfredo. The organisation was in a mess. And their plan of hijacking planes and bombarding Erriador's embassy had failed.

But unfortunately, they couldn't bring back Agent Grey's body.

And now another task had been throwm at him. He wanted nothing the to go back home to his Angel.

Elk stares at him, emotionless, far finding him funny. "The terrorists organisations, the whole world conspires to get their hands on Ruhd to rule fear. If Raka owns it, he arises a war."

Rhett stays silent, of course, he's aware of it.

Elk continues. "Ruhd is a threat to humanity. No matter what, we cannot let it fall into the hands of evil."

"And the common hostages could irk the authorities to satisfy his demands?" Rhett asks.

"Lily, President's daughter is one of them. You have to get the her out safely, no matter what. Rest of the citizens should be in the back of your mind." Elk sternly specifies.

Rhett rolls his eyes, typical of the higher-ups. "What if she slips out my mind?" 

Ace chortles, switching to cover his snort with coughs instead. Sky standing next to him glares at the guy making him zip up shut.

The strict gaze of Elk doesn't spare a flicker. "These are strict orders, straight from above. Any scratch, and we are to be damned." A nonchalant Elk declares.

"I do my own thing or not at all. You're very well aware of it, Boss." Rhett calmly states, his tone deep and sullen.

"Then, I shall be gone." He stands up, hands in his jeans pocket. He looks down at Elk.

"I work with the force of my own free will, it's foolish to tackle a mission which disputes it. Well, forget it." He shrugs, turning around to leave.

The three agents glances at each other, torn between the urge to follow their leader, and the wrath they would have to face from Elk if they do leave.

Elk sighs, closing his eyes. Rhett is stone rigid, he can still see the rebellious teenager in him. 'I ought to slap that kid!' He grits his teeth, infuriated. He finally, lost his cool.

"Alright, mission's on your hands Czar. Do not dissatisfy me!" Elk adjures, glancing up at his retreating figure.

Rhett pauses his steps, tilting his head, he looks at him over his shoulder. He arches his brows. "Sure, can I expect a raise?"

Elk closes his eyes, his heart clenching in anger. "Sure!" He ensures through gritted teeth.

Rhett nods in return, ambling out the organisation center.

The three Agents pays respect to their Boss, and starts following behind Rhett.

While, Elk stands there, watching Rhett's frame disappear with deep thoughts.